Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde

In October, my friend Annie was visiting from Las Vegas and got tickets to the Friday-night Jazz game. She wanted me to get a date to go, so of course I started calling girls in the ward on Friday afternoon. I went through the directory, carefully selecting only one girl from each apartment to ask. No girl likes to feel like the second choice.

As I began calling girls, they were very friendly and very unavailable. I wasn't surprised, recognizing that I was committing the social taboo of calling the night of. I got to the apartment of the girls I was hometeaching and selected one of the other roommates: a fun, smart girl who had always been sincerely excited to see me.

She picked up the phone:

Friendly Girl: Hello? (unenthused voice)

Limon: Friendly Girl? This is Limon! (expecting the same excited greeting that I had always received in person)

FG: Hi.

Limon: (shocked into speechlessness) uh . . . Do you want to go on the date?

FG (who shall now be known as Grumpy Girl): Oh. Sorry I already have plans for tonight.

Limon: Oh, that's too bad! (glad as anything that I don't have to spend more time with this girl)

GG: Thanks. Bye.

Even Annie, who was sitting next to me at the time, was confused by the type of girl that is so grumpy while being asked out on a date. I couldn't understand it. She had always been so nice. I figured that she was (a) a bad phone conversationalist, (b) secretly hating me, or (c) sitting next to a girl that I had already called.

I was so confused and dismayed by the awkwardness of the conversation that I decided I would never call her again. When I saw her again, GG was somehow switched back to FG, though I couldn't tell why. I was so unsure about the bipolarity of this girl that I always treaded carefully.

Tuesday night I was talking with the roommates of this girl, some of my good friends. I decided that since FG/GG had just moved to Arizona for the summer it was time to find out why she was so rude on the phone. I told them the story and they laughed in shock. They told me they knew what must have happened. I must have called the wrong girl. There were three reasons they knew that it was not their roommate:
1. She never told them about it, which she surely would have done.
2. She never answers the phone like that, even when she hates the person. She is always too excited, like a good BYU girl should be.
3. Her phone number in the ward directory was mistakenly replaced with the phone number of another girl with the same first name, a girl whose behavior was consistent with the phone call.

I was immediately hit with a big shot of guilt for holding a mini-grudge against this innocent girl. The roommates told me yesterday that they talked with FG and she said, "I told you Limon always treated me weird! All of fall semester!" And so I did.

So here is my official apology to this sweet girl who was treated poorly because of the faulty ward directory:

I'm sorry!!!!!
Love,
Limon